A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood

How could he do this to me? Weren’t we in love?

Tonight, on New Year's, where spirits were high, excitement in the air, my world crashed.

My trust, my love, my future, my emotions, everything died when I saw my ‘forever’ being pressed against the headboard, his hands gripping the hips of my best friend, Amie.

“E-Edric?”

The room went dead silent.

Edric sat upright, his hair a mess, his skin flushed with a heat that wasn't meant for me. He was shocked but not guilty or ashamed.

Amie didn’t hide either, she simply leaned back, a slow, triumphant smirk spreading across her face.

“Kristine,” Edric panted, wiping sweat from his brow, “You are early.”

“Early enough to see the man I love fucking the woman I trusted?”

My vision was blurred. A single tear escaped, hot and stinging, trailing through my makeup.

“How could you…?” I choked out, tears blurring the sight of them.

“I thought... I thought we were building a life together, Edric,”

Impotent to carry the pain, the resonance of my sobbing echoed in the beautifully decorated suite yet it didn’t bulge the asshole before me.

“A life? Together? When did I agree to such an absurd idea?”

The cruelty of his statement made me flinch.

I thought this was the worst my life could get. Boyfriend cheating on me with my friend on New Year's, right?

No. Because in my hands lies a fucking pregnancy test that showed the results ‘POSITIVE’ in digital ink.

I had envisioned this moment a thousand times. The candlelight, the champagne, and the look of pure joy on Edric’s face when I told him he was going to be a father.

The future I dreamed of build shattered in one moment.

What could possibly be more painful than this?

“Both of you are assholes,” I whimpered, steps stumbling due to overwhelming heartbreak and weakness.

“How could you betray me? What have I not done for you? I give you all my assets, my money, my love and this is what I get?”

Anguish coated my gray eyes. My black hair was in a mess, glaring outrageously through the salty tears at those two who returned a cocky smirk.

“So what? You are just a mess in the end. A pathetic woman. What do you have for me to desire you?”

Shaking violently, the papers in my hands almost ripped as my chest constricted with inexplicable heartbreak.

Praying, they hold a slightest glimpse of regret in those eyes but to no avail. They were enjoying it.

“How can you say this? Weren’t we friends, Amie? Weren’t we lovers, Edric?”

“Exactly. We were.”

“Go home, Kristine. Find someone on your own level.”

He laughed when Amie mocked me, purposely tightening her grip on him while pressing herself harder into him.

They had zero concern about my ache which flared my chest with the need to do the worst to them. They couldn’t get away with this so easily.

“One day, you will